The Works of Virgil, Translated Into English Verse, by John Dryden ... An Improved Ed., Containing Many New and Important Corrections of the Errors of Former Editions--the Various Readings from Dryden's Revisal and Ammendments--with Occasional Remarks and Conjectural Emendations by John Carey, Volume 2

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J. Cuthell, 1819

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Page 131 - Let others better mould the running mass Of metals, and inform the breathing brass, And soften into flesh, a marble face ; Plead better at the bar ; describe the skies, And when the stars descend, and when they rise. But Rome ! 'tis thine alone, with awful sway, To rule mankind, and make the world obey, Disposing peace and war, thy own majestic way : To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free : — These are imperial arts and worthy thee.
Page 94 - To whom the yawning pilot, half asleep: "Me dost thou bid to trust the treach'rous deep, The harlot smiles of her dissembling face, And to her faith commit the Trojan race?
Page 210 - He said, and weeping, while he spoke the word, From his broad belt he drew a shining sword, Magnificent with gold. Lycaon made, And in an iv'ry scabbard sheath'd the blade.
Page 107 - Just in the gate, and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell, And pale Diseases, and repining Age, Want, Fear, and Famine's unresisted rage; Here Toils, and Death, and Death's half-brother, Sleep, (Forms terrible to view) their sentry keep; With anxious Pleasures of a guilty mind, Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind; The Furies' iron beds; and Strife, that shakes Her hissing tresses, and unfolds her snakes.
Page 314 - The care, O best of fathers, which you take For my concerns, at my desire forsake. Permit me not to languish out my days, But make the best exchange of life for praise. This arm, this lance, can well dispute the prize; And the blood follows, where the weapon flies. His goddess mother is not near, to shroud The flying coward with an empty cloud.
Page 331 - With juice of med'c'nal herbs prepar'd to bathe the wound. The leech, unknowing of superior art Which aids the cure, with this foments the part ; And in a moment ceas'd the raging smart.
Page 218 - Calliope, begin! Ye sacred Nine, Inspire your poet in his high design, To sing what slaughter manly Turnus made, What souls he sent below the Stygian shade, What fame the soldiers with their captain share...
Page 130 - Embrace again, my sons, be foes no more; Nor stain your country with her children's gore ! And thou, the first, lay down thy lawless claim, Thou, of my blood, who bear'st the Julian name...
Page 267 - And all that pleas'd thee living, still remain Inviolate, and sacred to the slain. Thy body on thy parents I bestow, To rest thy soul, at least, if shadows know, Or have a sense of human things below. There to thy fellow ghosts with glory tell : ' 'T was by the great ^Eneas
Page 38 - A wand'ring guest, who from his country fled : Whole days with him she passes in delights, And wastes in luxury long winter nights, Forgetful of her fame and royal trust, Dissolv'd in ease, abandon'd to her lust.

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